The Devoted Hound of Hell (ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ)

╏ᴅɪɢɴɪᴛʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ╏

3| CHAPTER THREE

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│Oᴜᴛɪꜱ Wʜɪᴛʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴾᴼⱽ│

LOOKING at the crowd of men that gathered around the entrances bothered me. All these mutts here and not a Lucifer in sight truly bothered me.

"Hm?"

I hummed in question as I heard an aggressive snarl from a blond in a fighting position ready to pounce, though I pay no attention to it as I make my approach towards him, his eyes never leaving mine even as I grasped his chin between my fingers.

It almost made me want to rip out the blonde-haired brat's eyes for glaring at me with such vicious venom. These mutts did not deserve my beloved; they were unquestionably the ones my love worried for on a daily basis.

I harshly let go of the male as I lost interest in him whilst watching as he had turned into his demon form.

"Hey! Who d'ya think you are? Bargin' in like it's yer house?!"

A white haired similar to mine had grabbed my shoulder, confronting me when I was about to walk further into the house as if nothing had happened.

"Unhand me, and tell me where my beloved is."

Oh, I stated my beloved out of habit— anyway, it doesn't matter because they'll soon figure out who Lucifer belongs to.

"Hah? Waddya mean "your beloved" you some kinda creep or somethin'?"

"Where's Lucifer."

I asked again, and this time he was about to rip my head off just to defend Lucifer, earning my respect for the time being.

"He looks awfully familiar.."

A male with rose gold-colored hair whispered, leaning towards the purple-amethyst-headed male, who looked too panicked to give an answer.

I'm quite sure Lucifer told me the names of his brothers, but I must have been too enthralled by his beauty to notice he was talking about others.

Feeling annoyed and impatient, I grab the collar of the white-haired male.

"Take me to Lucifer or-"

"What's going on here?"

I turn my head towards the voice as I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins,
my facial expressions relaxed as his harmonious, nonchalant voice filled my ears.

I withdrew the last of Lilith's fragments from the pouch around my waist, holding the feather in my left hand and bringing it to my lower back.

│Lᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ᴾᴼⱽ│

Finishing one of the numerous piles concerning major documents Diavolo handed me for the week adhered to fasting but effectively was honestly tiring and exhausting, to be frank, yet it is rewarding to see the finished result of my work at the end of the day.

It represents Diavolo's trust and regard for me as a trustworthy individual, which is beneficial to both myself and my brothers.

Speaking of dependable people, my devoted dog should be returning soon. I estimated how many years and months it should take him to do his task, like the excellent dog he is.

*BANG*

A huge bang abruptly interrupted my thoughts, causing me to quickly stand up from my seat.

I came to a halt as I ran out of my room to check the commotion when I smelled a familiar a scent.

Although the level of bloodlust emanating from downstairs is remarkable, it is also unsettling because my brothers were also down there.

As I began to grasp the landscape below, a man taller than Beel drew my attention. He was clad in a black overcoat.

"What's going on here?"

My loud, assertive voice brought silence to the once-arguing crowd, heads almost whiplashing my way.

My eyes traveled towards the broken door, snarling in annoyance; the unknown male next to Mammon was probably the reason for this.

"Did you all turn deaf? Answer me."

My brothers flinched as my voice rose, while the unknown cloaked man stayed unmoving.

"It's quite obvious what's happening, Can't you see? or are you deaf?"

"I did not ask for your talk back, Satan."

I said as I watched the unknown man approach me, kneeling on both knees and bringing something from behind his lower back.

"I have not returned empty-handed."

The moment I heard the voice I had been yearning to hear, my chest visibly tightened.

Once again, beneath my purview, I vow not to recur my mistake by letting you out of my grasp.